Chapter 11 - Louis Rossi & Bertie Telezynski

At last the wolves gained the summit. There, glinting in the 

silvery moonlight, stood the Glass House. At that moment,

 the clouds parted, allowing the waxing moon to illuminate 

the house in full. The moonbeams falling on its panes turned 

the glass opaque, reflecting all secrets back on the beholder.

 She Wolf could make out a vaulted doorway at the top of a 

rain-slicked stone staircase. Father Wolf, being like most 

wolves a ‘doer’ and not a ‘thinker’, raced towards the 

entrance. Above, the birds chirped out their warnings.

Chapter 11 by Tale to Tell

Louis Rossi & Bertie Telezynski